|
Oh, words of fact
and words of rhyme,
I try to make them yours and mine,
I try to see them as they are,
But that don't take me very far.
For many I
don't understand,
They may be simple, may be grand,
But on the paper here I write,
While some see black, some others, white.
I write the
things I feel are I,
The things that you accept, deny,
But still, the same, I write them here,
And hope the truth will soon appear.
I write the
things that I believe,
I write in truth, do not deceive,
And you accept them or reject,
But either way, with great respect.
I write the
things the way I see,
And this is just a simple plea,
Please read the words the way they are,
And maybe we will come out par.
by David Ronald Bruce Pekrul
|
